When words are lost
And your heart cannot find rest
Come to me
When you are weary
And you need a fiery chest
To lean your head against
Soft sure footed
Burdenless
An instrument if love
We’re a piano
A song if love
Were a flock of birds
Your whispers heard
Fallen completely
On the wishes of tomorrow
With tremendous voice
Beneath the sun
Beneath the moon
With everything you need
Come to me
Come to me
© GÄ
Poétique 